Isabel Canas Novels & Stories

Others looked outright panicked. Ximena stood at the head of the long table, her chin lifted, her emerald blouse crisp beneath a tailored blazer. She was elegant under pressure. Across from her stood **Isabela Reyes**, cool and unshaken, dressed in muted navy. Her hands rested lightly on the folder in front of her. Camila’s locket shimmered around her neck. “Thank you all for your time,” Isabela began, her voice smooth. “I come before you not as an enemy—but as blood.”

Right now, Isabella looks like an insane person who escaped from the asylum. Cane brought out his phone and took a few pictures of her just the way she looked. He has had Leo's phone number for months now but he wouldn't pick up Cane's calls even when he doesn't know who the number belongs to. "He will be the one to call me back after this and I will take my time to pick up the call" Cane sent the pictures to Leo. He clapped for himself with an evil laughter that wasn't from his heart. Now that he has laid his trap, he will sit down and watch how his prey will fall into it.

He roared, and Isabella screamed "Papa no!" Then a voice to the right of her mate spoke up. Camille's voice carried across the pack as they sat, stunned silent in shock, "I Camille Menendez challenge Isabella Romano for the title of Luna!" And Isabella's world crumbled as chaos erupted.

Isabella Sean: Standing at about 5"9 feet with long flowing dark hair and deep brown eyes, she exudes an aura of elegance and sophistication. Isabella is the lady betrothed to Lucas Blackwood due to familial arrangements. Unlike Lucas, she wholeheartedly fell for Lucas and loves him very much and as such is enraged at Roseline's sudden entrance into the Frey. She makes several attempts to erase and send Roseline out of the picture through sending spies like Kyle and using Lillian's connections, genuinely praying for Lucas to one day see her in a loving light.

She took a deep breath and nodded, feeling lighter as she left the bathroom and returned to Lena. “Feeling better?” Lena asked softly. “A hundred percent,” Isabel said confidently. “I’m not going to let Isaac Dun break me down. I came here for the contract, that’s all I’ll do.”

He was a spectator to his own masterpiece. Meanwhile, across the city, Cassandra Reyes sat at a table in the front row, a perfect, elegant, and poisonous smile on her face. She was a prominent figure in the business world, a socialite, a woman who knew everyone and had everything. She had been invited to the gala as a special guest, and she had accepted, a carefully calculated move to see her competition. She had seen the rumors, she had heard the whispers, and she had been monitoring Isabelle’s progress with a quiet, seething contempt.

She always woke up earlier than everyone, it was not my duty to make her eat, she would come around when she felt like it. ISABELLA I woke up this morning feeling disoriented, after the news I got from jane,yesterday. I tried reaching Dave through every possible means, i asked Jane about him This was my fourth week in Canada, it becomes a month tomorrow. I finally reached Jane last week after she replied to my message on I*******m. She sent me her number, which I called, we spoke for the longest time on phone, I explained to her how Santiago was sending constant threats , how Ace rescued my mother and I. I left out very sensitive details ,I told her how Ace had my college transferred to Cana

"Tell us about you, Isabel. I know how you two met, but nothing beyond that." Isabel shrugged. "Not much to tell. I work for my Dad's company. I do the quality control on the games mainly. I did some programming at first, but then I moved into my present job." "Your Dad has a gaming company?" Kalia asked. Isabel let the conversation flow around her as the fought to keep her stomach even. "Yeah," but Isabel didn't elaborate. She probably didn't want to brag. She liked that about her, too. "You okay, Amelia?" Kalia asked.

"Please—" "I have three shell companies," Isla said, closer now, her grip not loosening, her voice dropping into something almost intimate, almost gentle, which was worse than the anger had been. "I have a domain registration filed under your name before you'd even publicly used it. I have a photograph of a woman with brown hair and green contacts standing in a boardroom next to Darius Kane, and when I run the bone structure against your face, against your jaw, your cheekbones, the software gives me a ninety-one percent match. I have enough, Mrs. Castellan. I've had enough for a while. I was just being careful."

And now, Liam stood on that screen, holding his own son, promising to protect his family. "You promised too, Henry," Isabella said to the screen. Her voice was raspy. "You promised me the world." She looked at her reflection in the darkened glass of the window. It overlaid the image of Liam, creating a double exposure. Her eyes, lined with age and bitterness, stared back from his face. She wasn't twenty-two anymore. She wasn't the wild girl who waited in Paris. She was Isabella Voss. She owned shipping lines. She owned media conglomerates. She owned senators.